Whitefish River What the night knows

Beckett frowned for a moment. Either this female had no idea about the human settlement or his contact really was full of shit. His tail flicked from side to side in an almost angry manner. "You might have misunderstood me when I said 'settlement'. It's not like one of those permanent settlements they make where they congregate. More like one where they spend a few days at... I think they call it a 'Camp'. I know humans are not normally here but they have been seen every so often. Or so I've heard." he retorted, looking up at the sky and noting that the moon was starting to creep it's way into it.

The female was obviously discomforted by the idea of anything human; This was expected, most wolves harbored a disdain for anything to do with those creatures. Unlike Beckett, who was interested in them. "Like I said, I collect human stuff. It's just a weird hobby of mine, you could say." he paused, before a sheepish grin came over his maw. "Shit, I must be coming off as a psycho or something with all this, aren't I?" the male laughed, shaking his head.